When I was young, my family had trouble with money. My parents worked at a restaurant, and I often helped them. One day, a newcomer ordered a meal, but had no money on him. He asked if he could pay another time, and asked me what my1was. Although I felt a little strange, I agreed and told him to call me "Angela". After that, the2man was nowhere to be seen. I3everywhere and even asked everyone at the restaurant if they had seen him. My mom said I had been sitting4, talking to myself, "Where can I find him?" Sometimes, she couldn't help shouting, "Are you out of your5? There was no one around you. "
That night, my mom was6. She told me that my grandma had passed away and that the rent on our apartment had gone up. Choking up, she said, "I don't know how to7the funeral expenses and the high rent. "I8her I would help pick up the odds and ends. Then I went to check our mailbox, but I found nothing.
My mom told me to check the mailbox again. I9in it and pulled out two huge envelopes. She opened one, only to find the big10for our apartment. She then walked into her room, saying she was afraid to11the other.
I looked at it and saw this: Dear Angela. Love, Your Friend. I tore it open and emptied the12onto the bed. There were some checks, all13to me. Later, I learned my strange14from the restaurant sent it. 15the valuable checks, we got through the difficult time.
